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spacedustmantis · 1 year

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list of shipnames in jrwi and who they are referring to

this is (and probably forever will be) a work in progress. i plan on expanding this list with any and all shipnames i come across, so if you want to see the up-to-date list, make sure to open the original post. also feel free to send me shipnames that are missing from this list to my inbox or over dms.

note: not all of these are extremely common or in circulation quite yet, but you might encounter them every now and then anyways.

‼️ important disclaimer! this is an archival work, meant to list as many ship names as possible for a variety of uses. this means this list does include ships that might be triggering for some. regardless of my feelings about it, abusive, unrealistic, or violent ships as well as underage and incest are pretty much always a facet of fandom, and as such they are represented here, partially to give people the necessary information to be able to circumvent being confronted with said content (e.g. via muting tags) should they want/need to. ‼️

riptide:

pc/pc

fish and chips (fnc): chip/gillion

navyseal: jay/gillion

phoenix/mockingjay: chip/jay

poly pirates: chip/jay/gillon

pc/npc

catnip: chip/la alma

sailorsong/scarlet captains: chip/jazz

fools gold/bargaining chip: chip/niklaus

drunken sailors: chip/caspian

chipped crown/chiptune: chip/queen

stoneflame: chip/igneous

midnight memories: chip/drey

tboy polycule: chip/jazz/igneous

birdbolt/clockwork rivals/women in STEM: jay/ensa

pistolwhip: jay/lizzie

sharpshooter: jay/kira

bloodshot: jay/anastasia

sheshells: jay/edyn

artemisanchor: jay/aslana

bloodbath: jay/anastasia/aslana

jay's harem/let's go lesbians: jay/her many girlfriends (ever changing, always evolving)

swordfish: gillion/caspian

dealbreaker: gillion/niklaus

sea shanty: gillion/queen

goldfish/dragonfish: gillion/clorten

sunken anchor: gillion/marshal john

destined sails: gillion/caspian/marshal john

fish and chips and more fish: chip/gillion/caspian

manlet, manwhore, manslayer: chip/gillion/niklaus

sea sharp: chip/gillion/queen

deal with the devil (dwtd): chip/jay/gillion/niklaus

bardic inspiration: chip/jay/gillion/queen

full ensemble: chip/jay/gillion/queen/jazz

npc/npc

drearl: drey/earl

watergun: drey/finn

old man yaoi/drearlinn: drey/finn/earl

cattlepunk: drey/ichabod

roseshot: drey/captain rose

metal detector/gunmetal/robopanda: alphonze/gryffon

popshot: gryffon/queen

seawitch: niklaus/edyn

frigatebird/warbird/waning crescent: lizzie/ava

fighting chance/boxer briefs: la alma/clorten

naval orange: marshal john/amanda rinn

message in a bottle: marshal john/edyn

rose tides: lizzie/edyn

rosewater: lizzie/caspian

sea serpents/lunar eclipse: ava/lizzie/edyn

singing the blues: jazz/caspian

jam session: jazz/queen

saltwater pearl: caspian/edyn

soundwaves/sea shanty: caspian/queen

hammer to fall/songsmith: queen/alasse

lamprey: anastasia/aslana

starcrossed survivors: zamia/star

apotheosis:

pc/pc

angelstone/stonesong: peter/rumi

deicide: rumi/thanatos

tech support: peter/thanatos

eldritchstrings: rumi/exandroth

pc/npc

divineshifter/shape4shifter: rumi/rhymir

prime defenders:

pc/pc

ghostknife: william/vyncent

ghostkicks/blue raspberry: william/dakota

dancebattle/spacejam: vyncent/dakota

revenant/wispy winters/evildead: william/ashe

tomeblade/gamecube/demondagger: vyncent/ashe

demonkicks: dakota/ashe

polypd: william/vyncent/dakota/ashe

pc/npc

decharge/soulfire: william/doug

sunghost/sunshade: william/summer

parasol: william/vyncent/summer

exquisite corpses/spare the dying: william/cantrip

ghostlysigns: william/jimmy

npc/npc

tidalwave: tide/mark winters

suntrip: summer/cantrip

doodlejump/pencilfrog: le frog/pencilman

cops and froggers: le frog/officer frank

zebrafish: tide/harlem

car manual: wordsmith/pretender

shooting star: mrs g/lightspeed

shadowfold: harlem/jason

blood in the bayou:

pc/pc

keeperschampion: rand/rolan

rollingstones: kian/rolan

smokeshow: kian/rand

nightmare blunt rotation (nbr): kian/rand/rolan

pc/npc

heartstrings: kian/becky

meddling kids: kian/rand/rolan/becky

bleacher ghosts: kian/becky/jesse

milf season: kian/donna

private performance: kian/donna/john

the suckening:

pc/pc

guarddog: emizel/shilo

alleycat: emizel/arthur

royal pain: shilo/arthur

pc/npc

fizzfangs/monster energy: emizel/soda

armored pheasant: shilo/grefgor

vampistol/shadowhorse: arthur/deacon

old campaigns and one-shots under the cut

mythborne

supernova: connor/aster

achilles heel: connor/ryan

sunspot: aster/ryan

spotlight: connor/aster/ryan

playwrat: connor/aster/ryan/romeo

final episode one shot

bluecherrylite: cherry/jebediah/aren

jebebriadic/ringbearers: jebediah/brian

twitch chat one shot

hoofin' it: icarus/gravel

convergence:

krangle: kasper/strangle

the fated:

br'aaxi: br'aad/taxi

scythebelts: sylnan/velrisa

kathnan: sylnan/katherine

sylgarth: sylnan/ugarth

velriana: velrisa/oriana

#jrwi #jrwi riptide #jrwi apotheosis #jrwi bitb #jrwi prime defenders #jrwi pd #jrwi blood in the bayou #buggy thoughts #silver screen #long post #cw incest

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grits-galraisedinthesouth · 9 days

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I don't for one minute believe this is a legitimate business. The scam seems unclear at the moment, but what is clear is that no one is buying into whatever MEgain is really selling.

"luxurious high-end"¹ (we're talking FOOD)

"the finest, authentic organic fruits"² (yes she wrote that)

Today, in 2024, "luxurious" & "authentic" food is a well balanced meal in a terrible economy. The average person does not own two (2) pairs---not one (1)---- but 2 pairs of $800 Hermes "flip flops."

Today at my local grocer: $10/lb for sliced/peeled "conventional" fruit pre-packaged for the lunch crowd.

This reminds me of the Country Baby packaging from the movie Baby Boom.

A green drink with mushy tomatoes on toast.🤮

@trexalicious thank you for sharing her word salad

¹ ²"Introducing "American Riviera Orchard" - a luxurious, high-end, SUGAR -free jam experience that redefines indulgence. Crafted with the finest, “authentic organic” fruits sourced from sustainable farms, each jar embodies the essence of pure, unadulterated flavor. But “American Riviera Orchard” is more than just a jam; it's a movement. It's about making a positive impact on the world while savoring every spoonful. Run by an empowered female-led business, is committed to giving back to the community and empowering women to have a seat at the table. With every purchase of American Riviera Orchard jam, you're not just getting a delicious spread for your morning toast; you're supporting a mission to uplift and empower women globally. It's jam with a purpose, crafted with love and care to bring joy to your breakfast table while making a meaningful difference in the world. Taste the difference with “American Riviera Orchard- where authenticity meets impact, one jar at a time.” So take your seat at the table and enjoy."

From our Comments:

#megxit #jam scam #spare us #meghan markle is a liar

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mikaleialt · 4 months

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Coming Back to You | Minah Lee

Minah Lee x Reader

Cw: angst, smut, fluff. MDNI. MERRY CHRISTMAS @taruusmoon. <3, also I was waiting for Minah to poat the perfect picture for this pic and she finally did, look at how fucking hot she is!!!! And happy birthday to my girl Minah Lee.

"I'm just saying that I wish you could make time for me, even for just 10 minutes!"

Here you are again, you've been arguing with your girlfriend, Minah for the nth time this week. You two were supposed to be on a date today, but she ditched you last second because she "forgot" that her team had a scheduled meeting earlier on the same time of your dinner reservation at this restaurant.

Now you're both here in your apartment, 4 am in the morning, fighting like a wedded couple once again. Minah just got back from their "meeting" which you found out that is actually a party from the fact that your girlfriend reeks of alcohol.

"Babe, you know that we've been busy with the show right? We all need to be better, do you hear what people call us? We weren't even acknowledged by the other contestants, they were just calling us 'Bada and her students'." You scoff at your girlfriend's alibi, seriously you can't even comprehend how she could say that while slurring over her words, completely obvious that she is drunk.

"You don't have time? YOU DON'T TIME?" You couldn't contain your anger anymore, "YOU DON'T HAVE FUCKING TIME, BUT YOU HAVE TIME TO GO DRINKING AND PARTYING WHILE I WAS WAITING AT THE RESTAURANT FOR 2 FUCKING HOURS?!" Tears are streaming down your cheeks, when Minah sees this, something inside her snaps almost like her system sobers up immediately.

"Baby I—" you cut her off "Let’s break up" You said it, you finally said it.

You didn't let Minah say anything else as you already walked out off your apartment, leaving her behind.

That was 4 months ago, you moved back to your parents in Busan after your break up, you didn't even bother going back to your apartment for your things, knowing that you're just going to see Minah once again.

But fate has a different plan for you. You've blocked Minah on every single social media you have, and even her phone number, but you're still somehow in touch with her leader, Bada as she is also your dance mentor. So when you received a text from her, inviting you to attend the On the Stage: Busan concert of SWF 2, your mind is split in two.

You balanced out the pros and cons of your options: You want to go to show your support to your dance teacher, but you'll see your ex again; but you can go there and show that you hold no ill will towards her, but you are also not ready to talk to her again.

You sighed in frustration as you picked up your phone and typed in your response, you just hope that you won't regret this later on.

Now here you are, sitting amongst the crowd as the teams of Street Women Fighter 2 performs on stage. You are thankful because you get to watch the performance live and you didn't get to see Minah for the most part, trying to focus on other dancers like the international crew, Jam Republic and Tsubakill, and a some dancers you're close with like Harimu from 1Million and JJ from Deep 'N Dap.

You were screaming, cheering on everyone's performance, but that is until one of the audiences' most awaited performance: Bebe's Global Artist Performance.

Cockiness (I like it) by Rihanna started playing as the stage lights illuminated the 7 girls on the center of the stage, they were all wearing a burlesque inspired outfit which really suited each one of them. You looked at the big screen and the camera immediately focuses on the person you've been wanting to avoid the most

Minah did her iconic intro once the music start and everyone around screams. You wanted to divert your focus on the other members but after seeing your hot ex girlfriend dance in that outfit, you felt your heart flutter for the first time again, almost forgetting the fact that you guys broke up a few months ago.

Not too long, the concert then concluded, all the SWF 2 teams says their goodbye to the audience and finally made their way to each to their changing rooms.

As you are on your way out of the arena, your phone buzzes from your pocket, indicating you received a text message. You fished out your phone and seeing the notification was from Bada

"There's an after party tonight, wanna come?"

You are in the same situation again as when you are invited by Bada to attend the concert. You balanced out your options once again. With the concert only you can see Minah, but you can't interact with each other which you are grateful for, but going to the after party would mean that you will be seeing and interacting with your ex-girlfriend, and that is too much for you.

You were about to type in your answer, when a familiar voice calls out to your name.

"Y/N~!" You looked at the direction where you heard the voice and saw the tall woman running towards you.

"Unnie I—" before you could even say anything she immediately pulled you to the van where the rest of team Bebe is already at, making you seat next to Lusher who is sitting next to Minah. Guess you don't really have a choice.

Just great. You thought to yourself, the rest of the Bebe girls are all talking to each other with you occasionally joining in but you couldn't really say anything else, not when you literally feel the presence of Minah near you. You are thankful enough that Lusher is seated between the two of you.

Or so you thought...

"Y/n-ie can we switch seats, I don't like seating in the middle" You looked at the poor Lusher, she's getting pale due to the uncomfortable situation. Reluctantly you let her switch seats with you, but as soon as you sat down once again, your body tenses up as soon as you brushed your arm against Minah.

She looks at you and offered a bittersweet smile before looking outside the window, minding her own business. The light from the streetlights outside cascades on Minah features, you can't help but stare at her, her now black hair that used to be dyed orange suits her better, and you can see that she wears a subtle dark eye makeup, similar to the make up she wore on their performance.

You were in a trance as you stare at her until you heard snickering behind you, Kyma, Che-Che and Sowoen were right behind you, laughing at how awestruck you are at Minah. Minah heard this also and looks at you before looking at the girls at the back.

The giggling stops as you all arrived at the party venue, the rest of the teams are inside already. Once you got in, you noticed that the members from the other teams also have their own plus one, some are their close friends, while some seems like their partners as you noticed Babysleek’s husband is also here.

The party went on, people drinks and get drunk, some dances and grinds to each other on the dance floor, and soon you too finally let loose and starts partying.

It was way past midnight now and the party is still at its peak, ‘though some are already passed out aka mostly the youngest of each team except for Haechi and Rena who are still partying like wild animals on the dance floor. You however starts to gets dizzy as the song Meddle About by Chase Atlantic blasted on the speakers, the alcohol finally getting through your systems as you now feel quite high from drunkenness. Nevertheless, you still kept dancing on the dance, grinding on the person you now failed to recognize due to the alcohol.

Unbeknownst to you the girl you are shaking your ass on is none other than Minah, her hands are on your waist as she guides your hips to match her rhythm. “Fucking hell, Y/n you’re driving me crazy” she whispers against your ear. Only then do you recognize the voice but instead of flinching away, which what you would probably do if only you were sober, you lean in more to her touch.

Your back against her chest, as you sway your hips against hers, her hands loosely wrapped around your waist while your left hand sat above it, meanwhile your other hand is reaching for her face, trying to keep her head close to yours as she whispers sweet nothings to you.

“You are so fucking beautiful…” She takes in your scent as she presses her lips on your neck before dragging her tongue against your skin. An inappropriate sound escapes from your lips and you can feel your ex-girlfriend smirks against your neck as soon as she heard it.

Her hands traveled down to your pants and started touching hour aching pussy through it. You leaned your head back more, you almost forgot that you two are still in the middle of the dance floor, thankfully everyone is drunk enough to simply ignore what you two are doing.

~~~

“Fuck…taste so good”

Here you are now, your pants now draped below your knees as you sat on the bathroom’s sink, becoming a moaning mess as your ex-girlfriend dives in between your soaking wet cunt. Tongue deep inside you accompanied by two of her fingers, simultaneously thrusting in and out of you.

“M-Minah f—uck” You couldn’t contain your moans, the effects of the alcohol finally subsided, you are now more sober than you were earlier, but now you are high on pleasure as you are about to reach your orgasm.

“Taste so fucking good. I miss this pussy of yours” Minah muttered against your folds “did you missed getting eaten out like this baby?” she dives right back in and you replied with only a pornographic moan, which only encourage Minah more.

“Such a slut for me. Tell me did you regret breaking up with me?” Minah said as she thrust her fingers inside you in a fast pace. You are already fucked out of your mind, couldn’t even construct a proper sentence as you nod your head vigorously.

“Use your words, Y/n” she looks directly at you eyes, and you did the same. You saw that behind the lust in her eyes lays a sense of hopefulness, hoping that you are telling the truth.

“Yes—YES FUCK! I miss you so much, I’m sorry I left you—ack” You are cumming, you really are close. Minah thrusted her fingers faster, while she busied her mouth once again on sucking your clit. Soon a wave of pleasure gushes on your nerves. Your breathe staggers as your legs shakes from the orgasm, your juices sprayed on Minah’s face, god she even managed to make you squirt. Minah stood up from her position and went up to kiss you which you willingly accepts.

“Please give me another chance, Y/n… I promise I’ll be better, I’ll never leave you alone again.” You saw the sincerity on her eyes and you answered her by pulling her again for a kiss.

Outside the bathroom is a poor Tatter who has been wanting to go to the bathroom for quite some time now, only to be welcomed by the moans of her best friends.

A/n: there you go @taruusmoon, I figured to just post it on Minah’s birthday instead but this also serves as your late Christmas present hope you liked it <3

#minah lee x reader #minah lee fic #minah x reader #minah lee #bada lee fanfic #bebe #bebe x reader #swf2 x reader #swf 2 x reader #swf x reader #nique's ask #bada lee x reader #bada x reader #bada lee x y/n #lee bada x reader

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pieheda · 5 months

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So, I realized only after watching the Todd In The Shadows video AND the hbomberguy video that I, too, have caught James Somerton just making shit up.

I’m not going to cite actual video titles because he changes them all the time anyway so why bother, but he has one that’s about Angels in America and Rent. This is my jam, I’m a theater gay, so I watched them - and immediately felt like the main thesis would fail an English 101 class. The thesis was “people have the misperception that Rent was made before Angels in America, and why is that?” which is not a thing that people believe, actually. At least, not people who know how google works and can just look up release dates. I found myself thinking that maybe he and some friends were surprised at this, and he decided it was a widely held misperception. But I kept watching the video, and when talking about how popular Rent was when it premiered on Broadway, he said that it was taboo to even mention AIDS at the time.

That is completely untrue. I was an adult in 1996 when Rent was released on Broadway, and AIDS was no longer a taboo subject in the US. There is plenty of data out there to support this, but I think it’s particularly compelling that in 1993, the movie Philadelphia, about a man suing his employers for firing him upon learning that he has HIV, was an enormous box office hit. It won Tom Hanks and Bruce Springsteen both Oscars, for Best Actor and Best Original Song. The Oscars aren’t very daring, perhaps you’ve heard. They aren’t big on giving out awards for things that everyone is terrified to talk about.

In another video that is cited by Todd in the Shadows, I realized that I had ALSO caught James making shit up in that one. When I watched the video for Red, White, and Royal Blue, James said that all these straight women wanted gay romance without sex and I laughed and said “they most definitely do not want that”, because I’m a fan girl and I’ve seen AO3. No research needed to debunk that, most if not all women who knowingly consume gay romance absolutely want there to be some fucking. The only person who would complain about that would be some exceptionally clueless homophobe who accidentally stumbled into this movie.

Both of those things, when I saw them, made me shake my head and say “that’s just not true.” I even commented on the Rent video.

What I did not do is think hard about what exactly is going on here. My opinion of Somerton went down with each of those discoveries, but it wasn’t very high to begin with; I never have liked his presentation style, because of how often he talks down to the people he’s discussing or to his audience. But frankly, there’s a lot of content out there that plays free and loose with the facts or starts with a bad premise (“people have this misperception” with no evidence of that isn’t far off from “Marvel fans on twitter hate this movie!” followed by only 5 tweets cited in the article). I just accept that people lie on the internet, I didn’t expect better. I didn’t stop to consider that gays really should do better, particularly we should not lie to one another about gay culture and history, and ESPECIALLY not when claiming to be doing what we do for the purpose of uplifting gays. I didn’t google to see if there were other issues with him, because if I had I would have learned about him getting into it with Jessie Gender and wouldn’t have given him a view ever again.

We’ve reached such a garbage state that I overlooked that. Seeing everything he’s done all lined up in these two videos had a real impact on me. Todd is absolutely right that it’s abominable to add to all the misinformation in the world, and hbomberguy is right that it’s particularly egregious for James to rob from gay writers who don’t have the funds and attention that James does. But it’s especially bad to just make shit up about gay history and the current state of gay acceptance, particularly when James constantly had the perspective that it’s always bad and gay men always have it the worst. Most likely the “everyone hates gays like me especially” was a calculated choice to create an attitude of persecution within his fandom so that they would accuse anyone calling him out of homophobia. But misinformation about acceptance is ALSO harmful to our community. It’s harmful to go around believing that people are out to get you when they aren’t. The cost of damaged mental health is ALSO important.

And he coldly exploited that because there’s a stupid fucking app that is tailor made for grifters to make cash hand over fist by confirming their audience’s worst fears and creating new anxieties in them. It’s absolutely ghoulish.

#hbomberguy #todd in the shadows #james somerton

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astroismypassion · 2 years

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Astrology observations 🤓🤓🤓

Credit goes to my blog @astroismypassion

🤓 You might think having Sun in the 6th house in a woman’s chart indicates that your partner will cook for you, but no. They will cook for everyone, BUT you. Might be the main cook for friends’ gatherings or at a barbecue. However, this also indicates that he will take you out to a restaurant or often order takeout.

🤓 Cancer Sun, Venus or Mars love language is NOT gift giving. At least, it’s not the main one.

🤓 Gemini Juno has such pragmatic views about marriage and long-term committment. They might view love as someone paying for their rent, meals at a restaurant, buying them groceries or helping repair something in their home. They will constantly look for what you can DO for them.

🤓 Mars in the 10th house is the real gold digger of the placements if you ask me! Especially, before their 30s, they tend to not know how to be assertive, determined and a go-getter, so they merge with someone who already has these traits. They just really like wealthy or successful people.

🤓 Pisces IC usually produced homemade remedies. In other cases, you made food at home from scratch. Like you made fresh pasta or noodles for the soup. Or you made your own preserves, jams etc.

🤓 Aries IC means you and your family gave away a lot of food to relatives or close friends, people from the neighbourhood what you were friends with. You bought extra for them or there was always this one friend in the neighbourhood who baked you a birthday cake every year and you paid for it despite being friend. Much like supporting a small business owner.

🤓 Saturn in the 4th house: your mother was shamed for having you at an older age. Or she felt insecure, like she is too old for another child. This could be a thought that crossed her mind.

🤓 Neptune in the house shows where you will feel like you are always MISSING something. In the 4th house: when you were child, you always felt like something is still missing. Neptune in the 2nd house: even when you buy food, items, use ATM for money, you still feel like it’s not enough

🤓 And Neptune sign and house show the Sun sign of the person that you are hanging with, but there is still some detachment when you hang with them, you can’t help but feel something is missing or unspoken. Like Neptune in the 2nd house: when you hang with Taurus Sun or Neptune in Capricorn: when you hang with Capricorn Sun

🤓 Sagittarius Risings have on and off relationship with education, they are in and out due to Gemini Descendant and they just disperse their energy so much that they usually run out of time to do everything they plan to do in a day.

🤓 When discussing future (male) partner in a woman’s chart I would always suggest Sun, Mars and Saturn sign, house and degree. Jupiter sign and house person might be more of a lesson for you.

🤓 Partners of Capricorn Moon women either really like how family-oriented they are and how much they do for children or completely DISLIKE many children and think that their partner is “always popping a baby out”.

🤓 Virgo Lilith: you could experience ill ess like symptoms at workplace or while actually working. People might also know you for your troubles with health. Like “the girl who faints” or all of your co-workers might be aware of whatever condition you are struggling with, even IBS or serious stomachaches since it might have happened before in the workplace and they witnessed it.

🤓 The people with Sun sign of your Moon sign: you the Moon will feel only they can tame you. For example: you are a Virgo Moon, only with a Virgo Sun you will allow to be tamed or more submissive. You can vent and express your worries to Virgo Sun and they will totally understand you and not judge you. You will be the real, comfortable self in their presence. The same with Aries Moon, you will feel like you can only be blunt and straight-forward with Aries Suns.

🤓 Pisces Moon reallyy idealise having children UNTIL they are ACTUALLY born and they need to raise them. Then they get completely overwhelmed by it and neglect themselves (or children). Very underprepared to deal with realities of child raising. However, they probably truly felt the happiest when their first child was born. It felt like out of body, out of this world experience due to Pisces influence.

🤓 Sun in the 6th house will often dislike supervisors at work. They dislike co-worker that try to be like the boss of the workplace, because they can’t freely express that energy themselves.

🤓 Neptune in the 4th house/Pisces Moon or IC loved getting candy, sweets from family, close friends. Or they loved eating ice-cream or going for ice-cream with the family. They also really liked confectioner’s or bakeries.

🤓 With Libra MC you will often feel like people at your workplace are sucking up to you. You might often feel like they are “fake friendly”.

🤓 Scorpio over the 11th house indicates you accept every change of your friend and what happens to them. You constantly accept the newer version of them. And your friend probably went through a lot inner, most personality changes.

🤓 However, Scorpio over the 11th house also tells me, you and your friend are almost never in the same city, country or location. Might be a long-distance friendship as well.

Credit goes to my blog @astroismypassion

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eyeofnewtblog · 6 months

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Things that happen at home:

So, my mom had her first symphony concert this weekend, and I’m happy to report that it was a smashing success.

What I personally thought was really cool is that the whole symphony is mostly older women. Most of the brass section was older men though, and you could tell that the trumpet and trombone players were having a great time with the music (lots of jamming out head and shoulders movement) and WOW that tuba player has A Set Of Lungs.

Honestly kinda makes me miss the days when Middle Sister would stand just outside my bedroom door and just BLAST through her practice session as fast as possible. Yes, she was a tuba player. Yes, she was in marching band and orchestra. Yes, I absolutely ran out screaming “MOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!” Every. Single. Time. No, that did not stop her in anyway whatsoever.

Anyway, there was also a cello soloist that performed with violin and viola accompaniment, and he was legitimately fantastic. I told my mom during intermission that she was better and she did her scrunch up face of You’re Full Of Shit But I Like The Support which was cute.

I was sitting next to my one of my cousins for the concert and we both kept side eyeing each other and giggling about how he was bobbing along and jamming out…for those of you that don’t know, it’s very easy to jam out and look cool when you have either a very small instrument or a very large instrument.

When you have a medium instrument, like a cello or French horn, you just look silly if you’re jamming out (saxophone is the exception) and my mom has this very…contained way of playing that looks intense but graceful and determined. So to see someone looking like they’re jamming out on an electric guitar while playing a cello was just…hilarious to us, because we’ve been watching my mom jam out for decades and never seen anyone look so goofy while sounding so good.

One of my moms work friends showed up, and she was an absolute delight. Complete sweetheart; it’s also really fucking funny to tease government contractors about their top secret clearances and joke about their projects or basically anything that they aren’t allowed to talk about. (I teased her specifically about being in the CIA because she does intelligence analysis; my husband and I have a long standing “argument” about if my mom works on quantum computers or making targeted ai satellite systems talk to each other, because honestly her PhD could easily allow for both) the goal is to make relatively small jokes and then drop it quickly because you don’t actually want them to violate their security protocols…but fucking hell if it isn’t fun to toe the line.

My mechanic husband had the dubious joy of teaching me how to jump start a car in the parking lot without jumper cables. (My car battery is in the fritz and needs replacement but we honestly thought it could wait another month or so…)

But basically you put the car in neutral, push it into a position that it can roll naturally downhill, then put it in either first gear or reverse (which ever way is down hill, basically) and release the clutch. I’m pretty sure this only works on automatic transmission vehicles, but I could be wrong and didn’t ask for clarification.

I’d like to point out that we were in a crowded parking lot with a perfectly functioning set of jumper cables. We could have absolutely asked any of the ten people walking by if we could get a jump. We could have waited for my cousin to come out, because we were parked right next to each other. But no. “What if you’re stuck by yourself? You pride yourself on being able to get out of anything.”

That man knows me too well.

Overall, great night. Fantastic concert, great learning experience, got to be an absolute little shit. 10/10, would do again.

#humans are space orcs #my mom is amazing as always #cello is the best instrument I’ll die on this hill #car trouble #marry a mechanic #trust me it works #but also #marry a plumber #either way you will never be helpless again

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How my love for Warrior Nun ended up getting me a published novel

So like many of us, i am a huge fan of Warrior Nun. Like a somewhat smaller number of us, I am a big Doctor Superion shipper. Can't be helped. Mature ladies getting it together is my jam. I have written fic about them and of course a lot of Avatrice and Lilshotgun.

Anyway, I saw this picture of Thekla Reuten and

I thought "oooo, detective!"

Not long after, I encountered this photo of Sylvia Defanti:

And I thought, "ooo, detective wife! Wait no! DETECTIVE EX-WIFE!"

And then I thought, what if ART Detectives?? Picture them chasing an art thief around Europe while bickering and lowkey sniping at each other and falling back in love despite themselves and their whole opposites-attract yin/yang thing?

Plus, you know, Europe:

The more I thought about the idea, though, the more I realized I needed to change the characters too much for it to work as a fic. So because I was writing a lot of screenplays at the time, I wrote it as a screenplay. Let me tell you about these women...

Fleur van Beekhof

So yeah, you can see the shades of Jillian, obviously: cool, pragmatic, strategic and unflappable on the outside. Inside, a total disaster: heartbroken, career stagnating, struggling with a gambling addiction and still not over her ex-wife,

Renata Cellini

Renata quit the bureau after their divorce and went to manage a friend's art gallery in Bologna. She's passionate, sometimes harsh, wears everything out on her sleeve and is 100% in it for the drama, leaping into danger and looking annoyingly hot while doing so. She's Fleur's sole choice for all 3 options of "f*ck marry kill."

The only thing that could bring her back to the bureau is the "Fabulous Gustave," the one thief who got away from them, whose escape precipitated Fleur's gambling problem and the unraveling of their marriage.

What's more, he stole a painting by her favorite painter, the one she did her Master's thesis on: "Susanna and the Elders," by Artemisia Gentileschi.

(Artemisia btw was a badass, a baroque master not fully recognized in her day. She painted women like nobody else... with fury and agency. "Yo check out the head of the Assyrian general who was creeping on me, I just saved my people, you're welcome."

Anyway, ahem.)

So I had this movie written. The thing about movies, is they take forever to get made, if they do at all. And I adore these women and this story too much, so I adapted it into a novel, and on a hail-mary pass, sent it to one of the bigger sapphic publishers I knew of.

THEY SAID YES.

Look! In all its pre-orderable glory!

The women of Warrior Nun have been and continue to be an inexhaustible fountain of inspiration.

And also, if you feel like it, please support my novel.

#books #romance #sapphic #lesbian #lesbian romance #pride #warrior nun #doctor superion #thekla reuten #sylvia defanti #also did i mention i got a book deal??#fanfic

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but what if I'm into murderous thieves who game the system and grind for hours every day to make it through the soul-crushing pressure cooker of stress that is high school? what if slitting the throat of your replacement cleric in an evil gambit that's constantly getting fucked up by a party who just happens to always be in the way makes me love her more, actually? just say you don't support women's wrongs.

(In all seriousness, I've legitimately loved the Rat Grinders and Kipperlilly Copperkettle this season, and this episode has only made me more excited. Toxic dynamics and ruthless groups who can only rely on each other are my jam, guys. And the fact that these characters are a party full of the Bad Kids' shadow selves is so, so narratively juicy. I think full on Big Bads or reconciliation in the face of their similarities/the common enemy of the system are both on the table, and a hearty "hell yeah" to either one.

Either way, I'll stick with my Rat Grinder apologism a little longer. What can I say? I love characters who aren't protagonist-y enough to break the system and have to worm their way through it. And frankly, the response to the Rat Grinders has at times felt so genuinely vitriolic that it's activated my Ornery Defense Mechanisms. Like, c'mon, if people like a fictional character--or even don't hate them with the same burning passion of a thousand suns that you do--that doesn't mean they're condoning murder or anything. Sometimes we like the bad guys. Sometimes we give them tragic backstories because they're just kids.

Also, the real reason I wrote this was because I wanted to complain about the "fucking up Kipperlilly's name" bit. Yes, I understand that it started in-game and people are running with it. [I didn't really like it there, for the record.] Yes, I understand that it's funny, and I'm being sensitive. But especially in fandom, it's started to feel...really gross? Like there's actual malice behind the misnaming; it feels dehumanizing to a disproportionate degree.)

anyway, go rat grinders! kill some more people, actually. for me.

#dimension 20 #fantasy high junior year #fhjy spoilers #rat grinders #kipperlilly copperkettle

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Beneath Miles of Stone - Part sixteen - John Wick x Plus Size Fem Reader

Summary: John has been in prison for nine months. He’s content to stay if it means appeasing the high table and keeping peace between the owners of each continental. However, he meets someone who erases that willingness. Peace be dammed.

TW: mentions of death ; blood ; past trauma ; dubcon ; smoking ; drinking ; gore ; violence ; nsfw

Do not look at his dick. This is not the time. You’ve already seen it. Don’t. Don’t look. Fuck.

Either he’s pretending not to notice her blatantly starring, or he’s just not - okay, no, he’s definitely noticing - this is the hundredth time he’s caught her tearing her whorish eyes away.

She remembers something about having to pluck out your own eye if it sins against you.

Thank God there’s something else to distract her, and it involves him trying to get up in his own.

She jams herself under his good armpit again. “Let me help.”

“It’s okay,” he says, trying to gently untangle his side from her shoulders.

“No, you just got shot and almost died and you’re gonna tear the stitches,” she grumbles. “I’m helping.”

“Fine, fine.” He grins, leans his whole body weight into her for a quick second.

She buckles, grunts.

“ I ’m heavy,” he tells her.

“Don’t get a big head about it - “ goddamnit that reminds her eyes of an excuse to look at his cock again - “you’re all muscle. Plus, who do you think dragged you into my bed while your ass was unconscious?”

Her face burns.

His jaw is starting to hurt from all this smiling. Little warrior, continuing to surprise him.

“I’m not supposed to get a big head after you say that to me, tough girl?” He asks, letting her help him to the bathroom.

She almost groans, but doesn’t want to acknowledge the fact that her traitorous brain is now consumed by innuendos. About his dick.

He sees her face scrunched and he’s chuckling with realization despite the seize of pain in the left cavity of his body. “Oh.”

“I need to, uh, get you your pants.” She swallows thick saliva.

“Thank you, but do not touch the guns or the knives again.”

After proving to her that he can support his own weight, she leaves him in the bathroom to get dressed.

This morning, there had been a lot more blood in the living room. She’s damn sure of it. Gushing, bright, soaking.

Now, there are a few blots on the couch and the carpet - nothing that she can’t clean up herself with some Clorox and cold water and elbow grease.

This might be further proof of her slipping sanity.

Women bleed every month, and that blood doesn’t always go where you want it to go, so learned experience plus the sizzling pink peroxide helps her clean the red out of her living room and leave it Michael-branded-white-and- rainbow in record timing.

Pink peroxide smells bad, liken to that of burning asphalt and tar with a hint of cooked meat. There’s also a strange orange tang there.

It makes her nose crinkle and burn and lungs seize - like bleach and alcohol does.

Her wicked cough drowns out the sounds of the wire brush on carpet.

John pulls her away for a minute, holds a glass of cool water to her lips.

She drinks, eyeing him over the rim.

“Let me help,” he pleads.

Her glare means absolutely not.

“Just give me a toothbrush.”

A little smile perks her mouth. She wipes water off the corner of her lips with the side of her hand.

He needs to kiss her again, but it’s unsurprising since that’s the only thing he’s wanted to do at all as of late.

“I don’t have an extra toothbrush, John.”

Her protests are useless, and John ends up scrubbing with his good arm. He keeps flipping his wrist over to look for the time.

“Why do you wear it like that?” She asks him, on hands and knees buffing out the carpet.

“My watch?”

She nods.

“To protect the face.”

“From what?”

He looks up but doesn’t stop working on the couch, motioning to his bicep.

“Oh,” she says.

“That’s a start.” He wants her to ask him questions, but she has no idea where to begin. Or she doesn’t want to know. A little of both. She hopes he’s at least semi-normal. Maybe he’s a bouncer or a body guard?

“Just ask me what I do,” he supplies.

“Why do you want me to know what you do?” She asks.

He should be annoyed that she repeatedly avoids direction, but he’s not - the little, persistent flame in her otherwise kind heart enthralls him.

“Because I want to be transparent with you and give you as many outs as you can get.”

“Outs?”

“Like, chances to tell me to go fuck myself,” he clarifies.

She snorts. “I would never tell you that.”

He knows she wouldn’t - it’s a problem.

They both scrub in silence for a while.

“Does trying to give me an out mean I’m in?” She asks.

“What?” His eyebrow raises. There’s a deep indent on top of the spot he’s working at.

“Are we, you know, together?” She almost chokes down the question on its way out of her closing throat. But, if she didn’t let it come out naturally, it wouldn’t have at all. And now it hangs in the air between them like a ripe, horrible apple, glaring and paramount, and all she wants to do is shove it back down into her digestive system because of the way he’s looking at her.

He seems pained - maybe fighting with some inner turmoil that involves whether he really wants her or not. It makes her shy away from his eyes, tuck her shoulders in and turn her face.

There’s so much shit he wants to say, but most of it is nonessential and pointless. He settles on: “Yes, if you’re agreeable to that.”

He expects this to make her open up again, but, instead, she gets smaller. “I am.”

There’s supposed to be some formality to this dance, he knows. Just like opening doors and offering coats and pulling out chairs.

But those things are physical. You don’t have to ask stupid questions like “ will you be my girlfriend? ” - he cringes just thinking about that coming out of his mouth - when you’re sheltering someone with your own body, or kissing them, or holding their hand.

Actions scream loud and bright, words are trivial.

He abandons his workspace to invade hers. Plucks the brush from her hand and holds her shoulders. They are knee to knee, staring into the other’s eyes. And maybe the language of his touch is good enough to make up for the vapid question he’s about to indulge.

“Will you go out with me?”

She doesn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

“Will you go out with me if I’m an assassin?”

She does think about that for a second, but her answer doesn’t change.

“Why?” He groans, leaning down to touch their foreheads together.

“Do you want me to say no?” Her tone is quiet heartbreak.

“No.” He’s quick to assure her. “I want you to have some sense of self-preservation. I want you to care about yourself enough to drill me with questions and make demands. And then, I want you to say yes. Because I’m a selfish prick.”

She smiles impishly. “Are you calling me easy, John?”

He laughs, unsure what to reply.

There’s a million questions in the depth of his eyes. She wants to answer them even if she doesn’t know what they are.

“I don’t care what you do. I did, at first. But only because I thought you were just trying to get into my life and make me trust you so I wouldn’t tell on you-“ she doesn’t mention the fact that she still kind of thinks that -“but, if that’s the case, you’re a great actor, because no one has ever treated me with - like you do. I’ve never liked anyone as much as I like you. I know that sounds stupid, but it’s true.” She’s never told him this, she realizes, and it’s because she thought it was already apparent.

“It doesn’t sound stupid,” he tells her.

“I’m sorry that I was so scared of you a few days ago. That I treated you like that - like a monster.” She kisses him softly, leaning up on her knees. “I don’t want you to leave.”

“I’m not going to leave,” he smooths her hair, trying to tame her worry.

“Then why do you keep looking at your watch?”

Oh, she’s referring to more short term commitments.

“I’m not going to leave forever,” he re-words.

“Are you going out with a gunshot wound and beat to hell to work again and be in more danger because of your condition?”

He wouldn’t exactly call himself beat to hell- just few bruises and cuts and one little bullet in his arm that wasn’t supposed to cause so much fuss.

“I have to do my job.”

“You can’t call off if you get shot?”

Call off? His face twists. She understands the look.

“You tell them you can’t come in because of-“

“No, I know.” But he’s got an expression that says he doesn’t. Maybe, in theory, he understands, but in practice? Has he ever not been where he’s supposed to be?

A shifting memory of himself, feverish and scrawny and young - rattling bone - not an ounce of fight left inside of him, the sickest he can remember being, yet still excelling in his combat classes.

“Can you call off from assassin work?” She wonders. “What if you’re in the hospital? So sick you can’t walk?”

“I’ve never been that sick, I suppose.”

“So a gunshot isn’t a good excuse?”

“Depends on where the bullet is,” he answers flatly, shrugging. “In this case, no.”

“John.” That’s all it takes. Her infuriating, desperate and worried voice. Her imploring, kind eyes. He already knew he was going to give in, but he deludes himself into thinking it’s because of her sweet pleading that he’s going to tell Viggo to find someone else on only his second night back.

“I have to make a phone call.”

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Flesh for flesh.

He stays with her, and she comes with him so she doesn’t have to lay on grimy, bloody linens - so he doesn’t have to live with the guilt of her sleeping on his mistakes.

And, because Marcus is better at explicative conversation.

“You like Scotch?” The tall, thin man asks her, taking a drink from his own glass.

Her nose scrunches up at the thought. “No, thank you.”

Marcus parallels John. He’s all wayward grins and cheeky humor. She likes him a lot despite his blunt attitude.

“I know, it’s disgusting,” he says, taking another drink.

The first thing Marcus did when John walked through the door with a woman was scream, “finally! A girlfriend!”

She didn’t read too much into it, although the thought of her being somehow special did stroke her ego a bit.

The ego that was once a starving street cat who is slowly transforming into a fat house beast.

Then, he had grabbed John by the collar and dragged him into the next room. She wasn’t sure why, because she could hear him yelling through the walls anyway.

“What the FUCK are you doing, John?!”

A heated debate began about John’s stupidity.

“And how’s the lady in your bed, Marcus?”

Score 3 for John. Never missing, voice seething with controlled venom.

“The lady in my bed is fine, but she’s only gonna be around for one night. And I’m pretty damn sure your friend’s not a hooker-“

She hears something thud and crack, and tenses up. She has the cowardly urge to hide under the huge, solid wood table with the framing white cloth, but refrains.

John says something that she can’t hear.

Marcus clarifies. “No, you watch it, Johnny. This is my house.” His voice is more even-toned, collected, quiet, like he’s just become wary of something or someone. It’s not hard to guess who. “I didn’t mean anything by it except that you’re not the type for clandestine engagements. I know you.”

Another thud.

They come out with Marcus’s friendly hand on John’s shoulder.

“You need a shower,” Marcus tells John as they sit at the table with her.

“Did you tear your stitches?” She asks John, wondering if the noises were indicative of physical violence.

John narrows his eyes as if to say that she worries too much. However, his voice is reassuring despite the glower on his face. “No, they’re fine - You get any hits on me?” John turns to Marcus.

“A couple, but Viggo’s got that covered, right?” Marcus rolls his eyes.

“I need a safety net.”

“ Oof , that one hit me where it hurts.”

John asks him nicely - as nicely as he can manage - to cut the bullshit and lay it out for her.

Marcus explains their trade with eloquence. He almost makes it seem docile and scholarly instead of the gore fest it really ends up being.

She’s pretending to be cool, here - keep some crumb of calm - but the freezing sweat and twisted, aching intestines are begging her to run.

Crime underworlds, an organization that predates all forms of government, safe havens for people like John that enforce key laws which cannot be broken.

“Why were you in prison?” She looks up at John, who has his chin in his palm.

His eyes slant down.

“Why were you in prison?” She asks again, more timidly. “Because you killed someone?”

“Someone essential.” John looks apologetic.

“Jack Wright-Mendell,” Marcus cuts in. “Owner of the London Continental Hotel. In every politician and oil tycoon’s ear from here to San Miguel de Allende.”

“Why?”

John wants to stop this; keep her eyes big and innocent and scared instead of narrow and deadened with knowledge like his own.

“A friend asked me for a favor,” John begins, albeit reluctantly. “To help her daughter. Wright was selling her to help pay back debt. And she wasn’t the only child he was exploiting.”

She didn’t think she could feel any sicker, but she’s wrong.

“He put a bullet in his head and sent a shiver of fear down every other owner’s spine. So they wanted to cage him, keep him where they could see him - under their microscope.” Marcus takes a drink. “”John Wick doesn’t piss without us knowing about it, that will relieve some of our fear” . He agreed to go to prison to keep a war at bay. And now that war is right on my fuckin’ Brownstone doorstep.”

“My doorstep,” John corrects.

“You live at my house,” Marcus reminds. “ Mydoorstep. And now this - “ he points at her - “what’s your name, sweetheart?”

She tells him at the same time John says, “don’t call her that.”

Marcus rolls his eyes, “you jealous, John?”

“Don’t. Call her that,” John repeats back, voice tinged wild.

Marcus apologizes to her, and he does look like he means it - if she’s giving him credit. He cards a hand through his auburn hair, flicks open a little jeweled trinket box, takes a cigar out, and lights it up.

He tries a pass to John, but gets declined. Then, he holds it out to her.

She shakes her head no, squeezes her hands together on top of the smooth, polished table, trying to think of something to say to ease John’s burden.

“If I have to be involved, that’s fine. John didn’t make me come here. I wanted to.”

Marcus grins toothily, leaning over to talk to her. “Have to be involved?” He laughs. “No, kid, you are already so involved that climbing your way back out is pointless. As soon as John decided to focus one ounce of energy on you, the nightman decided that you don’t get to leave without something in return - and that something is likely to be your life.”

Her throat suddenly feels horribly dry, like she needs the scotch. She asks John for a drink of his.

Her sandpapery tongue protests when the burning liquor coats it, and she chokes on the spasm.

John steadies her with a secure hand around her shoulder.

“Is that why I have to know all of this?” She asks.

Marcus shrugs and nods at the same time. “Guess he wanted you to know about the blade pressed against your throat sooner rather than later.”

“I would be deluding myself,” John tells her, “if I didn’t warn you about all of this.”

“ Warning .” Marcus scoffs.

She blinks heavy at both men, one after the other.

“Say something?” John touches her wrist.

“I’m fucking scared.” That about sums it up.

Marcus tips his drink to that sentiment, then downs the rest.

John does the same.

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“Does the high table own you?” She’s tentatively thumbing through his modest book collection. Something tugs at her memory involving the gift she neglected to give him.

The sound of leather zipping over fabric draws the corner of her eyes to John. “No,” he says. He lays his belt on the bed, then thinks better of it, and moves locations.

Two forbidden guns in holsters, two shiny knives pulled from each ankle.

She tries not to watch him undress, but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. From here, gaze half hidden by her hair, it’s the perfect view.

The shiny black end table gains more weight - his pants, shirt, jacket, shoes.

“Are you going to ogle me all night?” He wonders, still fussing with unequipped items, not looking at her.

Shame snaps her head back to the worn spines of Alexandre Dumas and Leo Tolstoy.

A thick touch lands at the base of her spine. “Sorry, I just meant,” John says, pressing the tip of his nose into a loc of her hair. “Are you going to just look at me, or actually touch me?”

A shudder works its way into her blood. “Do I stare too much?” She’s now afraid that she may be treating him like he’s an admirable, carved museum statue rather than a human being.

“Not at all,” he assures, moving pressure up her spine. “Come take a shower with me.”

“If they don’t own you, why do you work for them?”

“I work for the Tarasov Clan.” His stifled grip encircles the nape of her neck, and she leans back into it, careful to keep most of her weight to herself.

He’s not having that, so he tips her back a little more and cushions the fall with his chest. He wants to be the only thing holding her up.

She huffs. “Why?”

“It’s what I’m good at.” Her rigid posture explains that this answer is unacceptable.

“Leaving puts a target on your back,” he says. “The High table has fingers dug into everyone and everything. On some level, they control and influence laypeople, too. Come on, Let me get this dried blood off of you.”

“I don’t understand.” His open hand threads into the thick hair at the base of her skull and cradles her overworked mind.

“If I stop, I die,” John tells her.

“But, if you keep going, you die .”

“Not if I have something to live for.” He kisses her temple.

“Do you like it?” She asks him, and he considers playing dumb and asking her what it is, even though he knows damn well what she’s talking about.

No one else has ever bothered to ask him if he enjoys this blood paved path. Either people seem to think they know, without a doubt, that he loves it, or don’t seem to care as long as the job gets done.

“A part of me does,” he answers truthfully.

“I don’t want to be afraid of you, John,” she tells him, trying to fight her fear off by admitting it out loud.

“Don’t you?”

She has to think about it. Fear isn’t something you’d usually want in a relationship, is it? She can’t remember being afraid of anyone in the past that she’d been with; neglected by and taken advantage of, maybe.

She remembers being small and hiding in cupboards to avoid bruising hands, scratching and clawing and biting and then taking whatever was in store for her anyway.

The fear of running from something stronger and meaner than her. Was this the same? The same terror she felt when Benny cornered her in the break room?

She tries to feel it out, closes her eyes and dips her fingers into the slimy confines of her brain, gripping the emotion. Maybe she’s felt so much of it for so long that it’s turned into some other beast entirely.

John pulls the hair off of her shoulders with his other big hand, lets it hang down, watches her fight with herself and wishes he could follow in and help.

She’s trying to assess the type of overwhelming emotion he elicits, and it’s frustrating that she can’t get a solid grip on it long enough to properly do so.

She opens her eyes, restless and aggravated and defeated.

“Do you want to be afraid?” He asks again, cradling her chin while he rubs the back of her head.

“I think,” she breathes, mimicking his vague answer from earlier, “a part of me does.”

“Then let yourself,” he tells her, and it’s a revolutionary thing to say. Let herself be vulnerable and afraid? Let herself dance with the monster in the dark? Why didn’t she think of it before?

She sucks at the inside of her mouth to keep from groaning when his hand turns rough - solid iron and unyielding, gripping the entire back of her throat and permitting pressure.

“How’s it feel?” He asks.

“Heavy,” she shifts her weight and he takes the opportunity of her lapse in gravity to make it so her feet aren’t on the ground.

“Oh, John,” she chastises, “don’t tear your stitches.”

“Beautiful,” he hums, “you come take a shower with me, or I will rip them open with my own hand.” Maybe the grin is too mean, but he can’t help himself from sporting it.

#john wick fanfic #john wick fanfiction #john wick x reader #john wick x you #john wick x plus size reader #john wick #john wick chapter 4

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tylermileslockett · 10 months

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All right folks, Argonautica is a go! woohoo!

I wanted to start with a map just so i could wrap my head around the journey and get familiar with the major locations and events in chronological order. I'll do another image showing the major heroes, and then we can dive into individual scene/event illustrations. Ill probably do around 12 -14 images for this myth, so I'll have to be picky about which scenes i illustrate.

Argonautica 1: Overview and Map Route

I.) Iolcis; The crew departs from Jason’s hometown. II.) Lemnos; the island tribe of women who murdered their husbands. III.) Doliones battle: a mistaken battle results in the death of King Cyzicus IV.) Chios: Hylas abducted by water nymph, Heracles left behind V.) Phineus, a blind seer, is rescued by the Argonauts from Harpies. VI.) The Symplegades (Clashing rocks) a treacherous passage. VII.) Stymphalian birds: the heroes drive away the man -eating birds VIII.) Colchis; Jason overcomes three trials of King Aeetes to obtain Golden Fleece with the assistance of the sorceress Medea. IX.) Brygean Islands: Medea and Jason trick and murder her brother Apsyrtus to escape Colchian pursuit. X.) Circes Island; The goddess purifies Jason and Medea of blood-guilt. XI.) The Sirens; Orpheus drowns out the sirens calls with his own song. XII.) Scylla and Charybdis; Thetis and Nereids guide Argo through XIII.) Drepane Island: escaping 2nd Colchian fleet, Jason and Medea wed. XIV.) Syrtes: three Nymphs instruct crew to carry Argo on their backs for 12 days XV.) Garden of the Hesperides; XVI.) Lake Triton: Triton, Son of Poseidon, instructs crew on passage to sea XVII.) Crete: Medea uses her magic to defeat Talos, a giant bronze warrior XVIII.) Aegina Island: the journey ove r, they perform rites for Apollo

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✨🎧🌆ROTTMNT DONATELLO HEADCANONS🌆🎧✨

made by me! candy! :3 no major spoilers

A quick guide!✨

💜 - Supported by canon (things that are pretty sure out there, maybe not confirmed 100% but yeah)

❤ - Kind of supported by canon (things that happened in the series that miiiight lead to some other stuff)

🧡 - My source is that I made it the fuck up (still trying to fit it into the character tho)

⭐ - Not sure if I'm taking this headcanon or not, but I do think It's pretty neat

💋 - Kinky! DISCLAIMER: Ive always seen the rottmnt boys (and April) in the age group from 17 to 19 and thats what I headcanon them as (as it is my own age group!). Ive seen the show and was fucking sure theyre my age and then a month or two later I was slapped in the face with thier actual age lol. I dont support any pedo shit, I also dont think minors can consent. Just putting it out there

Lets go!🌆💜🎧⭐✨

The 'Tism

• 💜 I think Its pretty fucking obvious that this boy is autistic, pretty much everything in the show supports this.

• ❤ Donny's headgear also works as noise cancelling headphones! He's often overwhelmed by background sounds and his gear makes it easier for him to live his life (either on missions or just spending time with his brothers and/or April). He still loves blasting his music on the highest volume tho. It's different when you consent to hearing your jams then when several people are talking at once and youre going crazy.

Tagging as kind of canon because he might have audio sensory issues because of his autism and you can reraly see him without the damn googles.

Different stims

❤ Foot stomping

❤ Hand flapping

🧡 Repeating a song/part of song over and over (yes, even if it has no words)

❤ Spinning on chairs

🧡 Pacing around the lab/the lair

• 💜 He knows ASL! Though It's never said in the show why he learned it, I believe that because he goes nonverbal often. Everyone in the lair can sign a bit because of that, but not everybody is too good at it. Donatello can communicate in ASL fluently.

Gender

• 🧡 Donatello never really felt connected to being "a men" and categorising things as "for boys" and "for girls" always seemed dumb to him. Shortly after Leo's coming out as a trans men (SURPRISE LEO HEADCANON) he went to talk to him about his gender experience. After some thinking and digging, Don came to the conclusion that he is in fact nonbinary. He still uses mostly male pronounces but always appreciates gender neutral pronounces coming his way.

Sexuality

• 🧡 While realising his own gender he also figured out that he doesn't really sees gender that seriously in others either. Men or women, its pretty much whatever to him. He doesn't like to label himself much when it comes to his sexuality, he accepts reffering to him as a pansexual or bisexual.

• 🧡 When it comes to dating Donatello doesn't imagine himself with anyone, really. He finds himself attractive, but doesn't think anyone would fancy him in a romantic way. He's not interessted much in dating either way. But he doesn't exclude dating someone in the future. It's just he won't go out of his way to look for love.

• ❤/🧡 Its obvious Don is a men of science, he's a genius when it comes to coding, math, engineering, I would say chemistry as well. Thats the field he feels the most comfortable in, but he loves learning new things in general. As long as there is interesting knowledge he can obtain, he will be there, soaking it like a sponge. He likes listening to info dumps, and probably listens to long ass video essays and/or podcasts.

• 🧡 Don likes to learn about others people hobbys and takes interest in learning about it. He likes showing others that he cares about something, even though Its something totally indifferent to him. For example, he knows lot about art making process from Mikey (Angelo even made him paint with him a couple of times!) even tho he doesn't really likes drawing and/or famous artists. No many people appreciate his work so he wants to show his appreciation to others.

• 💜 He is pretty low empathy most of the time. It's hard for him to relate to others, and can often feel like someone is overreacting. It's also challenging for him to put his feelings "out there". Which often makes him look unloving or unfriendly. And it couldn't be farther from the truth. He loves his brothers even though they bother him most of the time. And he loves April as well (though she never really troubled him much). He never really thinks that his low empathy is a flaw (more often he thinks about it as a blessing) but there rare are moment when he feels helpless because of it. He is glad that his family knows that he truly cares about them (and accepts any effort he puts in to express his feelings, even if it seems small).

• 🧡⭐ I've seen people headcanoning Donny as a baker and honestly I like it a lot. Cooking is Mikeys domain, and it suits him well, as it allows a lot of freestyling and just overall feeling. Baking and pastry making is very calculated and one miatake can ruin the whole thing. It reminds Don of engineering in a sense. Also baking is an easy way to get love and appreciation from his family because, cmon, he just made the most angelic fruit tarts in the whole universe, of course they're going to praise him. It also works as a stress relief. When feeling stumped and/or overwhelmed over a project or a situation he'll make something easy like brownies to get his mind of it.

• 🧡 He's very sentimental. He loves receiving gifts and will cherish and use them (even if he doesn't like it). He still has every "gamers dont die they respawn" Tshirt and every "dont fuck with my brother he was born in october and has autism" mug. Sometimes he REALLY wants to throw something away but god damn it this is painting Mikey did when he was ten and is just five splats of paint and thinking about him somehow finding out and crying about it might destroy him forever.

• 🧡⭐ This bitch reads fanfics, thats it. It started when he was around 13 or smth with Atomic Lass x Reader and now he knows all the fanfic lingo. He still might read something from time to time and writes very long and well written comments (with constructive criticism).

• 🧡 Speaking of which, Don writes perfect sentences while texting. All the correct spelling and punctuation. He also communicates with emojis and gifs like a millenial.

Food, TW: drinking!

• 🧡 He has a rather strong head, you cant make him drunk that easily. But when it finally happens, youre in for a ride. Shutting him up is near impossible, he will talk non-stop but with much less eloquence then while sober. Its extremely easy to make him laugh, so Leo absolutely loves it. He often looses track of what hes saying and starts completely different rant. Overall a chaotic mess. Really fun to witness it at least once. His beverage of choice is either fun cocktails or beer (tho rarely and/or only with some kind of juice because he doesn't like the fizziness on his tongue).

• 🧡 And that takes us to Donatello that hates fizzy drinks. He hates carbonated beverages, no matter if its cola or champagne. The feeling on his tongue and in his mouth makes him really uncomfortable. When there is no other choice but to drink up some bubbless, he leaves it open for as long as he can to get rid of them. His brothers despise him for that.

• 🧡 He doesn't like weird food combos either and is rather picky. When ordering food Don sticks to what he knows not to risk an uncomfortable texture touching his mouth. Texture is the most often reason for him not liking a specific food. Donnys pretty strict to preparing food as well (the way he does a thing is The Correct Way and no other exception is acceptable). Also he puts milk first so his cereal doesn't get soggy.

• 🧡 I feel like he likes fruit juices in boxes and fruit mousses but this is pretty random 🤷

• ❤/🧡 He wears contacts! We've seen little Donny with glassess, so I assumed he wears contacts now. When he knows he will be spending all day in the lair (for example because of an injury) he still has a pair of glassess he uses. And yes, he tapes them to the head. Because he rarely ever wears them, he never came up with a solution for not having ears and needing glassess.

• 🧡 ABSOLUTELY hates smoking. Will go on a rant if he sees someone he knows smoking. He absolutely despises the smell and WILL take it out of someones mouth/hand and throw it away. Appreciates the fun smells of vapes but still hates them. Will call vapers losers (maybe not exacly in these words but he will for sure).

• 🧡 Really good at makeup, but not as good as Leo is (ANOTHER SURPRISE LEO HEADCANON). He spend years perfecting his eyebrows of course. He also wears eyeliner because serving cunt is important even on the battlefield. From time to time you can see his nails painted as well.

• 🧡⭐ While being flustered or simply distracted he stutters a lot, mostly in a way of repeating whole words or parts of a sentence ("Its good because- Its good- Its good because I um- Its good-")

• 🧡 Enjoys taking very long baths, and actually prefers them much more then showers. Can stay underwater for a rather long time as well!! Being fully submerged calms him down a lot and its overall very relaxing for him.

• 🧡⭐ Ive seen a lot of takes that without his battle shell, he is really flexible (due to having a soft shell). And I like the idea. I think, that before sitting infront of a screen (or a desk in general) to do his work for several hours he stretches deeply so his back won't be so sore later. Also a reason to draw Donny in yoga poses and thats always cool.

• ❤ Makes up shit to fuck with his brothers. Like just spreading misinformation and gaslighting them for shit and giggles. Or to get them to leave him alone for a while. Also will gaslight them if they somehow find out that he was lying ("what? you must have heard me wrong then 🙄💅")

• 💜/❤ Loves singing and dancing!!! Aint the best singer (tho I love his songs in the show Im kissing him as we speak) but is a gorgeous dancer! He finds it incredibly fun and feels fabulous while doing it. Also Im pretty sure dancing counts as stimming so add it to the list. Dances solo like 90% of the time but really enjoys dancing in pairs (dances with April a whole lot when they get the chance!).

• ❤ He rarely laughs out loud, but when he does it is loud and messy. A good joke can make him think about it all day and continue laughing for a long time. Not my og take, Ive seen this headcanon before and I love it so so much :3

• 🧡 From all his brothers, he kind of wishes to be human the most of them all. Its not a big big wish, he does think of himself as very unique individual and takes pride of being a mutant. But sometimes while hanging out with April he can get lost in his thoughts of "what ifs". Maybe in the process of making a cloaking accessory.

• 🧡 His handwriting is god-awful. All scribly and fucked up like Doctors writing. Unfamiliar eye would not decipher a word out of it, but Don knows exactly what everything means. But he mostly writes digitally.

• ❤ Dons dislike of hugging is canon, but I do believe he likes being touched on his head and face (head pats, cheek rubs, scratches). He enjoys hand holding when it's appropriate as well.

• 💋 Im headcanoning the boys to go through mating season once a year (except mikey cuz he small) everyone at a different time. It would be similiar to an ovulation but much more horny (with also fever symptoms). Don would be the second after Raph to get it. While in heat he doesn't go feral or anything, but after a few days stops working because he cant focus on his craft. Waves of sudden temperature changes (mostly high heat) with really horny thoughts and hypersensitivity to pretty much everything...yeah not the best work environment. He spends his most intensive days closed off in his lab or room because he really doesn't want his family to see him like this (the rest of the turtles are in thier rooms during thier mating time as well for the same reason). Also add being possessive while having a SO, and also veeery easy to irritate.

• 💋 Donny takes on a more submissive role while being intimate, even though he loves to be in charge all the time. But he isn't a bottom either, I would put him perfectly in the middle as a switch (more leaning on that sub part tho).

• 💋 His biggest turn on is smell. Like someones natural smell, no perfumes and all. He likes to snuggle in the crook of the neck and take it all in. This becomes cranked up to eleven during mating season, as he absolutely cannot stop sniffing. Would love his significant other to leave him clothes with thier smell on it and sleep and/or snuggle with it.

Might add more later but thats all for now :3💜

Hope you enjoyed it⭐✨

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Meg's Doing It ALL Wrong!

"the most ass backwards, shocking, antisocial fail I've seen possibly ever."

If you've ever had a desire to eavesdrop on any business school course or psychology of business course, Ibble Dibble's most recent case study on Meghan Markle's business scams is not to be missed. Please forgive my use of gifs as I salute her 1,2 knock out punch to MM, Omit, NOprah & Sparry's ridiculous allegations of waycism. No one has come close to telling it like Ibble Dibble.

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Meg's Floptastic Flaws #3: Meg is a Terrible Snob

there are good snobs like Prince Charles, Princess Margaret & Martha Stewart, bad snobs, and snobs who are just very bad at snobbing

Meghan is a narcissist who is actually an

ARCH SNOB : a snob who is a bad bad snob

"Meghan's snobbery is so appalling because SHE is BAD at snobbing."

"She is literally labeling and ranking people. Her big product launch is at best a freudian slip, at worst a passive aggressive power play...it is the most ass backwards, shocking, antisocial fail I've seen possibly ever."

A passive agressive power play:

audicity to think she can buy those celebs as friends for a jar of jam

poach their followers

insult them personally by numerically ranking them from most to least important on the very labels

the celebs are too dumb to know she's negging them

thinks we the public will admire her behavior & line up begging for the next batch of worthless nonsense she danes to sell

simply to posture on social media... gross but also ineffective

on some level Meghan always knows she's shooting herself in the foot

Meghan exhibits High Social Dominance Orientation: a genuine belief that some groups of people are innately superior to others and should therefore hold more power in society.

Meg's fury, jealousy & resentment for being scorned by Hollyweird & British high society in turn, snubs the only people who pay attention to her--you, US potential customers

a narcissist harboring true malice & intends to arrive at her rightful place upon the social ladder by any means necessary

believes she is due limitless revenge for being snubbed and immediately commences enacting it by any means necessary (a la her sewer squad & digital justice)¹

believes she has the right to exploit & abuse perceived inferiors

Meg is a bad snob. She does not judge in a qualitative measure but snobs purely to service her own delusions of grandeur OR at worst to entertain herself by upsetting her victims and creating chaos

meg has a following who wants to be like her & we know bc they leave insane comments

"Meghan Markle can't present herself as the loveable villain because she has NO sense of humor! She's just a bad bad snob." Case in point:

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Meg's fury, jealousy & resentment for being scorned by British high society...she believes she has the right to exploit & abuse (Catherine & William) perceived inferiors

"Another Rip Off"

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¹comparisons to Mao's (actress) wife and the biblical queen Jezebel are accurate. Mao's wife jailed & murdered all who had rejected and/or criticized her during her climb up the greasy pole. Queen Jezebel sought to murder and silence all the true prophets or outspoken truthers. Meg's mission for "digital justice" is to criminalize criticism.

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